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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.