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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Pole,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Index,
Gong,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.