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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.