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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.