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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.