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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.