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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.