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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Funkadelic 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.