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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.