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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.