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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Moleskins to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.