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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Names to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.