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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.