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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.