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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.