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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.