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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Niagra,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.