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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.