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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.