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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.