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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.