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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
The Busters,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.