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 Afghanistan 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.