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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.