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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Technova,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.