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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
The Move,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.