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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Smog,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.