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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.