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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.