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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.