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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.