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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.