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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Organ,
EPMD,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.