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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.