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 Barbados 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
X-101,
Gong,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.