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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Swans,
cv313,
Wire,
The Litter,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.