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 Brunei 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.