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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.