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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.