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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.