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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.