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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.