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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.