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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
X-102,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.