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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Crime,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.