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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.