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 Cuba and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.