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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.