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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.