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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.