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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.