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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.