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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.