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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.