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 Nepal and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.