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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.