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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
China Crisis,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.