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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine 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.