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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.