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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.