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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.