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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Delta 5,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.