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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.