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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
the Association,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.