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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.