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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
CMW,
Mars,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.