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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.