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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Television,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.