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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.