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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.