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 Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.