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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.