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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.