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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Franke,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.