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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Victims to the funk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.