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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.