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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.