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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.