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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Cameo,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.