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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.