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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Television,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.