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 United States and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.