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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.