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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Franke,
Fear,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.