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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Q65,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Wings,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.