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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.