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 Australia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.