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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.