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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Can,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Qualms,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.