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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.