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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Monks,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.