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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Technova,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.