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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Technova 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 punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.