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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.