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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Index,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.