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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.