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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.