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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.