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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.