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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
UT,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.