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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
10cc,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.