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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Edmonton and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
MDC,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.