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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
cv313,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.