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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.