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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.