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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.