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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.