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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.