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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.