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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.