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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
ABC,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.