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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.