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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.