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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.