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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.