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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.