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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.