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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.