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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.