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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.