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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 EPMD to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.