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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.