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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.