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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.