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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.