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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
the Slits,
Zapp,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.