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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.