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 Georgia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
ABC,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Visage,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.