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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.