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 Czech Republic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.