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 Portugal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.