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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.