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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
MC5,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.