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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.