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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.