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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Index,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.