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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.