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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.