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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.