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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Henry Cow 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Skarface 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 crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.