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 India and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.