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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.