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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.