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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.