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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.