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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.