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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.