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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Young Rascals 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.