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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.