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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.