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 Croatia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.