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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.