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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.