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 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.