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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.