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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.