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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT 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?
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.