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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
The Move,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.