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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Brick,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.