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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 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 The Saints to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.