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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.