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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.