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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
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,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.