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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.