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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.