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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Misunderstood to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.