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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.