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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.