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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.