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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.