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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.