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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Pole,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.