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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.