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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.