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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.