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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
The Names,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Wire,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.