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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.