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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
John Holt,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.