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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.