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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.