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 Chad 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.