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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.