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 Qatar 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.