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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.