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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.