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 Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Can,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.