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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Human League,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.