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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 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 David Bowie 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Swans,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.