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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.