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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 rhodes 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.