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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.