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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.