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 Greece 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.