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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.