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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.