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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.