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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Wings,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.