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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.