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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.