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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.