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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.