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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.