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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.