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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.