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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
The Gories,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.