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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.