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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.