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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Roxette,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.