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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.