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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.