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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.