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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The American Breed 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.