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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.