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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.