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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Slave,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.