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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.