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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.