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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.