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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Erykah Badu 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.