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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.