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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.