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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.