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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.