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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.