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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.