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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.