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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.