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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.