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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.