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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.