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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.