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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.