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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.