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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.