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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.