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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.