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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.