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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Swans,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.