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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Visage,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.