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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.