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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
June of 44,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.