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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.