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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Television,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.