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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.