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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.