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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.