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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.