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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Misunderstood to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.