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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.