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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.