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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.