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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.