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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The American Breed to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.