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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.