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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.