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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.