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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Wings,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.