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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.