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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.