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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
ABC,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Can,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.