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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Bar-Kays 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Nico,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.