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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Slave,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.