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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Golliwogs to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
MC5,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.