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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.