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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.