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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
The Doors,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.