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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.