Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.