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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Zapp,
Skarface,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.