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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Victims to the jazz 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.