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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Index,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Crime,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.