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 Kiribati 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Can,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
MDC,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.