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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.