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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.