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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 The Human League to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.