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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.