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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Sparks,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.