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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.