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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Grass Roots to the rock 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.