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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Pop Group to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.