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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.