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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.