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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Raincoats 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.