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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Names to the rap 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.