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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.