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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.