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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Fuzztones to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.