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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens 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?
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Technova,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.