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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.