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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.