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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.