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 France and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Monks,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.