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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.