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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.