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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.