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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.