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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
UT,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.