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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.