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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.