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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.