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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.