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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.