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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.