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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.