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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.