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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.