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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Pole,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.