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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.