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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.