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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Can,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
UT,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.