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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Japan,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.