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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.