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 New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.