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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.