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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.