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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.