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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.