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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
The Victims,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Television,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.