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 Burkina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.