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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.