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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.