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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.