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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.