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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.