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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.