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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.