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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Magma,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.