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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Index,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.