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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Urselle,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.