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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.