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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.