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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.