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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Mars,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Television,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.