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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.