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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Oblivians to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.