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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.