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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.