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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.