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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak 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?
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.