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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.