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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.