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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.