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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.