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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.