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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.