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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Cymande,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.