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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.