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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
UT,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.