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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.