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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Slave,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.