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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Faust,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.