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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.