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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
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 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 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.