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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
MDC,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
China Crisis,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.