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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.