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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.