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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.