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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.