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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Franke,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.