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 Burundi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.