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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '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 Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.