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 China and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.