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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Swans,
The Doors,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.