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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.