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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.