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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.