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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.