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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Alison Limerick 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.