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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.