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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.