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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Index,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.