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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.