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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.