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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.