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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.