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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.