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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.