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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.