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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.