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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.