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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Visage,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.