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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Mars,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.