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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.