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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
10cc,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.