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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.