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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.