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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.