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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.