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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
June Days,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.