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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
X-102,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.