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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.