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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.