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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.