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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.