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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.