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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.