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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.