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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Wings,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.