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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.