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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.