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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.