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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.