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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.