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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.