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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Mr. Review to the crunk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.