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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.