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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.