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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.