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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Ronan,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.