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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Henry Cow 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.