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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.