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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Outsiders 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.