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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.