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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.