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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.