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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.