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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Standells to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.