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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 organ 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.