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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.