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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Index,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
The Saints,
The Move,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.