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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.