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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Smog,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
the Association,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.