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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.