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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.