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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
MDC,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.