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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres 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?
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
10cc,
New Order,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.