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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Red Krayola to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Gong,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.