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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.