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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.