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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.