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 Georgia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.