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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.