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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.