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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.