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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.