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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.