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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.