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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.