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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.