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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 X-102 to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.