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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.