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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 China Crisis 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Nico,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.