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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
a-ha,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.