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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.