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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.