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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.