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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.