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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.