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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.