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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.