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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
DNA,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.