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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Main Source,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.