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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.