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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Franke,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.