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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.