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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.