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 Slovenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.