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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.