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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.