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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Nas,
Excepter,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.