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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Moody Blues to the crunk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.