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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.