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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U 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?
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Pole,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.