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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
The Standells,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.