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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.