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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
UT,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.