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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.