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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.