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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Television,
Intrusion,
ABC,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Nico,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.