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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.