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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.