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 South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.