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 Guinea and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Faust,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
the Swans,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.