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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.