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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The Gories to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.