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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.