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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.