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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.