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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.