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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.