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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.