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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
DNA,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.