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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
The Names,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.