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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.