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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.