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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.