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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.