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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.