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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.