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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Roxette,
MDC,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
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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.