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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.