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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Deakin,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.