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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s 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 Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.