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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.