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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Darondo,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.