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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.