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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.