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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.