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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.