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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.