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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
New Order,
Whodini,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.