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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
The Evens,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
The Move,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.