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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.