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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.