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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.