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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Lyres,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.