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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.