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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Slave,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Technova,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
cv313,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.