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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.