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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Index,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.