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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Trojans to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.