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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
MDC,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.